Written By: Neville Mitchell ESQ.
If you took the time to remove your hood you might actually see me. You placed it on my head ostensibly to corral spit projectiles which could infect you. Removing your hood would reveal that I was no threat at all.
As happens sometimes, I was in the middle of a mental health crisis: Schitzoid, bipolar or just stress out during pandemic, my bro called you to help me. Earlier that day he had me hospitalized for some sort of wellness check but they released me within hours. You know the sort of thing that happens when black folk or poor folk go to the hospital. They be sent home to die from COVID. Yeah that happens!
Take off your hood and you’d see my face. Talk to me and you learn that my skin color is no threat to you. My mind is just not cooperating with what’s real an actual. I’m seeing monsters and goons abusing me right now saying: You have no right that the white man, or the black man in state action is bound to respect. Could be that’s why they saying defund the police. In this instance a mental health professional might have saved my black ass. I just needed services not your policing.
If you took off your hood and engaged my humanity you could learn that I am a brother, a son, a scholar, a clown, a professor, or just some dude out on the town of no particular renown. Take of the hood and watch me smile not knowing I have days to live because you are the one infected with morally bile.
No Mr. JackASS attorney general it’s not a newly perceived “phenomenon” that black folk, men in particular are treated differently in encounters with your officers – offi-cers- OVERSEERS. Small wonder they don’t all have mental breakdowns.
Just take off the hood and look at me. Ralph Waldo Emerson won the National Book Award trying to explain to thee. I, Daniel Prude beseech y’all: Just take of the hood and look at me. Take it off and really see me. See that I am no different from you. The blood in my veins is red like yours. I breathe the same air to survive. What you say? You blue life, so you different? Ain’t no such thing. Take off the hood mother-sucker and see me. No, not the one you just put on me. The one you are wearing!